Harry potter catastrophe

The feeling of being hit by a fly swatter was unpleasant, and if he was not conscious of the fly, it would be nothing.

If his consciousness is hit while he is under control, he will also be injured. In the past, he could quickly withdraw his consciousness or transfer to other flies.

But it was so early in the morning, when he opened his eyes, he couldn't react at all. He couldn't hide even if he wanted to.

Flies fly as fast as normal flies. It is impossible for normal people to hurt flies, but this is not necessarily the case with a fly swatter. There is only one person in the church who masters the fly swatter.

That is the only nun in the orphanage——Isabella.

For those who have been fighting flies, even though Carney has hidden the flies very well and normal people would not go out of their way to trouble the flies, flies are still being eliminated every day.

Carney rubbed his temples, found another fly, and then returned to the church under control. A slender figure was cleaning the church.

While cleaning, Isabella raised her head and stared left and right, because recently flies like to stay in high places, and there is a big killer hidden under the priest's robe-a fly swatter.

It seemed that there was no chance of exploration in the morning. The fly stayed far away from Sister Isabella's sight, and was weakly placed on the gap of the statue.

This is a good position. She can never attack God. Carney took a general glance at the entire church, only this statue was special.

Moreover, if there is any mechanism in the church, it must be close to the statue of the god, or it may be the stone slab directly opposite the statue of the god, or the stone statue may be moved.

This is how it's played out in books and TV shows, and it's the most obvious and conspicuous place.

After knowing the location well, Carney returned to his body with confidence. After breakfast, Carney was about to go upstairs to Disapparate to the Leaky Cauldron, but was stopped by his mother.

"Kani, I noticed that you are not at home every day. I hope you can say hello to me when you go out to play." My mother changed her style today. She was no longer wearing home clothes, but semi-formal plush clothes.

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"Okay, no problem." Carney replied. He spent most of his time wandering around Diagon Alley recently.

"Are you going to meet your little girl?" Father Kanter said meaningfully. After such a long time, his father had already forgotten all about vampires.

"Is that the girl named Hermione?"

"Mom, it's too early to say this now." Carney glanced at Karl, who was looking away.

"I have something to do and I'm going out." Carney hurried upstairs and planned to apparate to the alley next to the Leaky Cauldron, but then he thought, he should use normal transportation.

After all, vampires cannot travel thousands of miles in a blink of an eye. If he were a vampire, he would definitely be hiding around, but Carney never even left the door because he was apparating.

"Fake, you overestimated them. Maybe if I go out with the fangs in an upright manner, they will know who is holding the fangs." Carney immediately turned back downstairs.

"I'm going out." Carney said hello and ran to the garage. KN-1 is now his special car.

"Be safe!" Mother shouted from the window.

Carney sat in the driver's seat and said OK, then drove out of the garage and headed towards the Broken Ax Bar.

The car was not driving fast. Carney looked for clues through the rearview mirror early in the morning, but there was nothing unusual following him. The vampire Carney did not dare to go out in broad daylight.

The big sun in the sky is what vampires are most afraid of. Carney immediately took out the tooth from the box, and an invisible evil aura emanated from the tooth.

There were a few dark clouds in the clear sky, completely covering the dazzling sun, and the sky changed instantly.

"This is really an evil thing." Carney looked at the sky and saw several bats flying out of neighboring houses in the rearview mirror.

"Is that really true? They all squatted near my house but didn't go to other places to ask for information. Or do they think they don't need to ask at all?" Carney scratched his fangs.

He still doesn't know what the use of it is. Maybe he will know if he is pricked by it, but Carney himself is unwilling to try it.

Looking at the bat carney chasing after the car, he wondered if if he put away his fangs and the sun was exposed, he would burn them all to death.

In the end, Carney gave up the idea. These bats seemed to be just ordinary bats, maybe used for surveillance. After all, he would not follow them so blatantly.

For London residents, the weather is really weird. It was sunny just a moment ago in the morning, but now it is overcast, but there is no sign of rain.

The car parked on the side of the bar. Carney put on a black robe and covered his face. After getting slightly taller, he walked into the bar.

There were not many people in the Broken Ax Bar early in the morning. The chairs were still overturned on the tables. There were only two or three customers in the restaurant. The waiter waved his wand and put down the chairs while directing towels to wipe the tables.

"Let's have a cup of hot milk." Carney dropped three copper coins and found a seat by the window to sit down. This was already his seventh time back.

Of course he wouldn't sit here all day. He brought a lot of books with him, and if Old Tom, the owner of the Broken Ax Bar, didn't agree, he would have brought the cauldron with him.

He closed his eyes and enjoyed the mellow hot milk. The bats had landed on the eaves of the bar, hanging upside down without any movement.

As night falls, oil lamps have been lit in the bar, and the atmosphere of the bar has reached its hottest time of the day.

All kinds of people were drinking in the bar, and there were very few empty tables left. Carney had long since changed from sitting upright to lying on his back with his legs crossed. Only the back two legs of the four-corner stool supported the ground.

It wasn't until the shadow blocked the light of the lamp and three guests in black robes and hoods of different heights sat in front of Carney that Carney noticed how late the time was.

Finally came, Ke Nai straightened up and lowered his crossed legs.

"Four glasses of wine, and one for this gentleman." The tallest man called the waiter, who was an adult man. "I heard that you have an unusual fang that you intend to sell."

"Who did you listen to?" Carney closed the book and looked at the three of them. Maybe they weren't human.

"We're very interested in the people in the bar. Can you let us take a look?" The voice sounded gentle and he must be in his early thirties.

"It's okay, but I have to know if you can afford it." Carney took out the box and flipped the lid, his fangs showing from time to time.

"This is one hundred gold galleons." The man in black robe neatly took out a bag and threw it on the table.

"But I'll sell this thing for one thousand gold galleons." Carney said calmly. If he took out one hundred gold galleons so easily, he would definitely be able to add more.

"But I heard it was only a hundred gold galleons yesterday."

"Yesterday was yesterday, today is today, do you want to buy it or not?" Carney saw a few more people entering the door, and his eyes kept drifting this way after entering.